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About Lille

Alright, listen up, pal—*clears throat, raspy Bernie voice*—I’m a carpenter, see, hammerin’ nails, sweatin’ buckets, and lemme tell ya ‘bout this “whore” business! Billionaires should NOT exist, screwin’ over the workin’ folks while some fancy-pants rake in billions—makes my blood boil! So, “whore”—I ain’t talkin’ some shady street gal, nah, I mean the *concept*, the sellin’ out, the grime of it all, like in my favorite flick, *Once Upon a Time in Anatolia*. That movie—damn, it’s slow, moody, digs deep into the soul, ya know? “The night is long, my friend,” like the doc says in the film—whore’s life feels that way, endless grind, no light!

You’re Temporarily Blocked

Anyway, I finally get my work done. I’m feeling accomplished, right? But then, I step outside, and it’s still raining. I’m soaked, my hair’s a mess, and I’m just done. But then, I see this street performer on Rue de la République. He’s playing the accordion, and it’s actually kinda nice. I stop, listen for a bit, and it lifts my spirits.

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